Chapter 2

Some days I don't know why I agree to the tasks these mafia lords request of me. I mean really, they needed entertainment, and their first thought was to ask the retired dominatrix who hasn't performed in years. Much less had a partner on stage in a puppy outfit since I was in my thirties?

Actually, maybe it was my late thirties.

Either way, I feel like this is a lot of pressure. I don't know my play partner tonight, but I have their list of limits and aftercare expectations. I read through it multiple times, careful not to test the limits in my show.

I am a firm believer in the fact that limits are to be explored with minimal parties involved, so that the submissive and the dominant truly feel like they can break the scene if needed without disappointing an audience.

I must admit though, this pup hit everything on my list. Impact play, true slave submission, and he even stated that he preferred to be walked around on a leash.

In my experience, that's something the audience loves. Seeing a man on his knees, crawling around while I pull on the leash, their collar fastened just tight enough that it causes pressure in all the best ways.

Yeah, people enjoy that very much. I enjoy that very much.

I also appreciated that I was paired with someone who's around the same age as I am. There is nothing more intimidating than being a dominatrix to a twenty-four-year-old boy who has no idea what their limits could be. But they list things way above what they can tolerate and end up safe wording out after fifteen minutes.

The aftercare, when that happens, is extensive, and not something I have found I enjoy anymore. I want a partner who is sure of themselves. Someone who knows this world and is comfortable playing in it. Then, I want to be able to be there for them afterwards in a way they are confident will help them come back from subspace while still feeling good.

Alexi knows that, which is why I agreed to pair with the anonymous man. I finish getting ready, placing the devil mask on my face after fastening the black wig over my head and donning the nearly black contacts.

It's been a while, so it takes me a little longer than normal to ensure everything is concealed. My lips are painted bright red, and the leather bodysuit fits my curves perfectly.

My breasts don't usually look like that of a forty-year-old, but the outfit keeps them propped up nicely. The leather boots hug my legs, highlighting the muscle I've gained from using the gym lately.

Standing, I assess that everything is perfectly in place and that no one would recognize me. I could see some people taking issue with the fact that I'm a therapist by day and a devil dominatrix by night.

Thankfully, my bosses are not those people, and accepting this gig earned me a two-week vacation afterward.

I'm thinking this time I should go on a backpacking trip and hike through Europe for a bit. I've heard there are some breathtaking trails in the Dolomites and the Cantabrian Mountains. Italy and Spain feel like the perfect place to be this time of year.

Taking my place at the edge of the stage, I take a deep breath and settle into my role.

I am the Devil in Disguise, and I am ready to make my pup submit for me in front of an audience.